2013-12-02T16:49:07ZPunBBhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/topic/4032/great-mandalorian-rebellion-rp/The rain was like a torrent now, pouring down in sheets from the shingle rooftops three and four stories above. What little glow the evening sun offered the countryside around Keldabe wasn't visible here. Only the marginal glow of the city's lights reflecting off the clouds above remained. Near total darkness dominated the back alleys.

The squad size group approached two by two, shoulder-to-shoulder through the narrow passageway. Their armored boots treading as lightly as possible against the dirty cobblestone. Weapons shouldered, the group came to a stop as the passageway opened. Their sergeant silently motioned for the group to take a knee as he scanned the area. The way opened into what was once possibly a place for pedestrians to rest and the tenants of the looming apartments to sit and talk. Now the widened intersection to the entrances of several alleys branching off in this place had degenerated into a spot for the locals to dump their trash and escape pursuers with the maze of escapes offered. Piles of junk and bags of garbage littered the scene. The sergeant checked the scanner strapped to his wrist again: one obvious blip remained stationary just inside a covered alley to their right. The other had vanished from his sensors soon after the marks had turned from their course toward the star port. Turning to the mercs behind him he signaled with his hand one target ahead. Beginning with three, he made a quick countdown.

In an instant burst, the nine mercenaries rushed from their position. As each left the alleyway they moved abreast to the left of their sergeant creating a firing line and rushed forward towards the target. Before even half of them had reached his position Valok Haal leaned forward and fired his .48 calibre pistol. One merc, a Devaronian, was lifted from his feet by the massive slug that ripped through his chest. The bullet proceeded to nearly tear the arm off the human that was passing behind him. The mercenary's scream of horror echoed off the stone walls as he lay trapped under his dead comrade's body's and stared at his quivering fingers.

Before the bodies of their teammates even hit the dirt the other seven members of the mercenary crew had darted to cover and all opened fire. The hail of their bolts sent Valok ducking back under cover.

Quickly and methodically, two mercenaries at a time would move forward from one cover position to the next as the others rained fire into the edge of the stonework building Haal hid behind. Valok leaned out and fired a couple of shots but couldn't get a clean aim. Slowed by the blind fire coming from the alley the mercenaries hunkered down behind whatever they could find. The Sgt. unclipped a grenade from his combat vest and yelled from behind the crushed remains of some now unidentifiable kitchen appliance he'd found. "We're not here for you Mando! Tell Us Which Way Drakus went and we'll let you live!"

Haal's answer was quick, twisting around the corner and squeezing a shot into the combat helmet of the nearest Merc, dropping the Aqualish with a thud.

The mercs all instantly return fire. The sergeant cursed to himself and activated the grenade in his hand.

Behind them, under a pile discarded trash that they passed, Ralin kicked off the bags of garbage that concealed him. The sensor cloak being generated from his wrist gauntlet masked him from the mercenaries personal scanners. Both heavy plasters drawn, Ralin instantly targeted the mercenary sergeant. A blaster bolt into the back of the man's head sent the live grenade rolling by the feet of his comrades. One of the mercenaries, a Trandoshan, spotted it and tried to flee. Ralin fired both blasters into the aliens chest. The grenade detonated next to the other two mercenaries who had been next to their leader before they even had a chance to face the new attacker. The last two mercenaries, peppered by debris and knocked from their positions darted for the nearest exit. Ralin cut one down as Valok moved in and shot the other. Both were dead before they hit the cobblestone.

Valok's eyes were wide, adrenalin pulsing through his body. " Damn..." he whispered to himself and he took in the carnage of the scene. His fist was locked around the grip of his pistol, knuckles white and drained of blood. His eyes were fixed on the half hollowed out skull of the Aqualish merc he'd shot.

He shuddered back to reality has Ralin's gloved hand gripped the shirt around his shoulder. "Wake up." Valok stared into bleak T-visor of Ralin's helmet for a moment before taking a deep breath and refocusing. "I'm alright." Ralin patted the younger man's shoulder stiffly. "You did good kid. Search him" he pointed to the charred remains of the mercenary leader. Valok shuddered slightly, the man's body had been blown against the far wall by his own grenade. It was hard to tell where his scorched flesh began and burnt clothing and armor ended. Gritting his teeth, Valok went about the grim business.

A single blaster bolt to the temple of the Trandoshan who was barely breathing ended his suffering. Then Ralin walked over to the young human who is still pinned under the body of the Devaronian. The youth was straining to reach the blaster carbine he'd dropped, the blood from his disfigured arm and dead partner awash in the rainwater that pooled around them. Ralin lowered himself down onto his heels. "Who sent you?"

The youth continue to grope for his weapon, his bleeding fingers clawing into the rough stone. Ralin holstered his blaster and then slowly slid the youth's weapon even further from reach. "I'll ask again boy, who sent you to kill me?"

The rain made it invisible, but the red in the boy's eyes betrayed his tears of pain and fear. "It was just a contract, we flew in to do a job that's all I know - that's all any of us knew!"

"Who was the contracting agent. The middle man."

"I don't know. I swear I don't know!"

Ralin nodded his head. "I believe you." In a swift motion Ralin's wrist mounted fighting blades sprang to extension and pierced the mercenary's heart. With a twist, the young man bled out in seconds. Retracting the blades, Ralin stood and walked over to Valok. "Find anything?"

"Well they sure as hell aren't from Mandalore. Think this one is Corellion." He handed over a identity chip and charred datapad.

Ralin examined the chip for a moment. "The rest of the galaxy hires us to come from off world to do their dirty work, makes sense hire unaffiliated mercs to do your killing for you here."

"You think Mandalorians want you dead?"

"Only thing that makes sense. There are bloody days coming to Mandalore; politics brings the worst out of all beings. Some smell power like blood on the air, and they'll always find those willing to follow their banner. Let's search the rest..."

Before Ralin could finish lights flashed down from above; an armored speeder hovered over them, the colors of the Mandalorian Protectors painted across its hull. Troopers from the Mandalorian militia police appeared from the alleys and leveled their weapons. "Make no sudden movements" boomed a voice over a megaphone from the speeder above.

"Relax" said Ralin to Valok. "Maybe Fenn can give us some answers about this.

*Let me know if I need to edit anything. My aim is to be taken to Fenn Shysa who will question me about the dead mercs and try to recruit me to his bid to become Mandalore. Anyone who wants to be a Mandalorian Protector this would be a great in for you, you can help me and Rev investigate who these assassins are and why they wanted me dead*

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/1347/2013-12-02T16:49:07Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98847/#p98847**I'm up for a revival...**

Naya had never been to Mandalore but the place lived up to the image she'd expected. The spaceport was immaculately clean, with huge windows which displayed the elegant skyscrapers outside.

A hand grabbed Naya's elbow, turning her around. "Do you like what you see?" Cheln asked.

Naya was unsure if Cheln's question held a double meaning, "It's certainly an imposingly impressive place."

Her answer seemed to satisfy Cheln, "Yes it is. It's pleasant to be home." He turned and looked at Naya sharply, "However we have business that must be addresses very soon."

Cheln's communicator suddenly buzzed and he released his hold on Naya's elbow. He walked a short distance from her but she still caught enough of his side of the conversation to know that something was up.

"...yes I know I need to see the boss ASAP, however I thought I'd have some time to actually get to Teramine Tower," was the sentence that caught Naya's attention.

**sorry bub just woke up, will write more soon...**

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/5/2013-11-29T04:14:41Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98838/#p98838Just noticed the replies - Is anyone still game for this RP?]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/1347/2013-11-24T12:14:35Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98822/#p98822I don't know how many can be revived but I'm gonna jump in on this it's a great story I'll post soon]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/6412/2013-11-24T06:29:32Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98821/#p98821(Ok so its been a while since I jumped on, and i do apologize for such. However I'm all caught up with my classes for the moment and figured now was as good a time as any to start back up.) Vren gripped the controls firmly as he set his ship "The Crusader" down on the landing pad. He'd decided to meet his armorer out by a shabby farmstead instead of in Concordia. Should he run into any trouble he could contact Brina and not have to worry about trouble getting to the ship. With the ship set down Vren headed to exit the ship. At the ramp Brina stood against the doorway, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Don't make me regret this." She spoke, her voice calm and even. Vren simply nodded in agreement, unsure of how things would play out from here. As he set foot on the dead grass, a sinking sensation filled his chest. This might very well be his end, here on the planet he fought so vigorously to leave behind. The sinking sensation quickly turned into fire, and he strode off towards the farm where his contact was to meet him. The building was ramshackled and deteriorating. Its inhabitants having left it behind long ago. Vren put his hand out to the wall and touched it solemnly, wishing for a moment to have his old life back. A noise from another room snatched his attention, and he shook the idea from his mind. Drawing his blaster from its holster he rounded the doorway and prepared to fire. Amidst the room was a short lean man clad in flawless beskar. Vren smirked behind his buyce. "Still never had to use that huh?" He asked the man. "I came here for your business, not conversation." He responded briskly. With that the man gestured his hand at several closed cases. Again he spoke, his tone lighter than before. "I brought my best, as you requested.".....]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/5519/2013-10-03T19:07:06Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98764/#p98764Lord Revan wrote:

Ralin Drakus wrote:

Any of these can be resuscitated - I'm game if we can track down any of the other players

Any of these can be resuscitated - I'm game if we can track down any of the other players

I'm game also, just say the word.

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/518/2013-09-22T18:13:06Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98759/#p98759Ralin, try diving into one, and I'll get the word out on Twitter/Facebook. ]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/2/2013-09-12T03:54:34Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98747/#p98747Any of these can be resuscitated - I'm game if we can track down any of the other players]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/1347/2013-09-11T08:48:55Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98740/#p98740I remember this.... wonder if we could resuscitate this... Probably not. ]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/5519/2013-09-04T17:24:48Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98735/#p98735I miss these...]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/1347/2013-09-02T10:02:29Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98728/#p98728**Sorry for the delay!**

Naya seriously didn’t want to join Deathwatch, but she suspected that her only possibility of escape was by gaining the Mandalorians’ trust. That was not going to be easy under any circumstances. However the likelihood of having Vren come to her rescue was probably pretty low.

As much as Naya liked the idea of Vren helping get her out of the situation she was in, she wasn’t about to throw all her hopes on it. She’d been a slave long enough to know that the only person she could depend or rely on was herself.

The ship was into its final descent when Cheln returned briefly. “So have you made up your mind?” he asked.

Naya nodded, “Yes. I’ll help your team. What can I say, the idea of playing with ultra-blast is just too tempting.”

Cheln smiled, “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve got to go back to the bridge. We’ll discuss the op more when we land.”

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/5/2012-12-02T10:56:27Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98244/#p98244After taking a moment to admire Dun Gorah’s handy work, Helena continued her journey into the depths of MandalMotors. She eventually came upon the office which Harold Rotash worked in. Unfortunately her mark was not in his office.

Helena shifted her focus to the labs in which Rotash tended to work. As she approached she saw one figure deeply engrossed in what he was doing. Again it was not Rotash. Helena ground her teeth in frustration. Yet she approached the lone man, “Hey have you seen Rotash?”

The man lifted his head, peered at her for a moment and then shook his head, “Nope, I think he went home over an hour ago. Had a hot date, or so he told us.”

Helena gave a nod, “Thanks, guess I’ll try again later.” No sooner had she spoken and the man was back to his research.

Helena headed back to the rooftop, perhaps there’d be some poor souls left that she could take out her frustration on.

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/659/2012-12-02T10:20:42Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98241/#p98241Naya did not like the idea of having anything to do with Deathwatch, let alone join their demolition team. However, if she agreed, there was the potential for escape. “Let me think about it,” she said out loud.

Cheln studied her for a moment, bringing his hands together, finger tips touching. With a nod he replied, “Very well.”

“So what happens when we get to Mandalore?” Naya asked.

Cheln returned to eating his meal, he took his time in answering. “I have some business to attend to. You will be my guest, until you decide on whether or not to be part of my special ops team.”

(Sorry for the short post, will hopefully get more done tomorrow.)

]]>https://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/user/5/2012-11-22T09:59:05Zhttps://www.bobafettfanclub.com/boards/post/98218/#p98218Nehutyc slipped his helmet on, and made his way through the lobby of the makeshift Deathwatch HQ. Quietly pondering what they'd done wit Naya. He wasn't about to chase after Cheln in a rescue attempt, but he was worried. He brought his communications online and radioed the ship. Vren had never really cared for human company, so he'd fixed up ome droids to help him around the ship. The only other person aboard was his accountant. Its not like he couldn't keep track of his money. It was just easier when he didn't have to. The Nautolan also helped around the ship in other ways too. She was a damned good engineer, and oftentimes served as a mission operator to boot. Her smooth voice came in through Vren's buyce. "There you are. Where in the blazes have you been?" "I've been busy. Look I got the corellian and I'm on my way with him now. But I kind of got pulled into doin somethin" He paused, unsure how closely he was being monitored. "We'll talk more on the ship" "Vren whats going on? Seriously talk to" her voice cut out abruptly as Nehutyc switched his comms off and headed for the cell where the corellian was being held. Wastng no time he powered down the protection barrier and tossed the man once again over his shoulder.The marks wil seemed to ave completely died out as he made no attempt to free himself or struggle in the slightest. Vren wondered if the Deathwatch had drugged him. It was an entirely probable option. Bounty in tote, Nehutyc headed for a taxi. It took several minutes but he finally hailed one down. Hopping inside he handed the driver a 150 credit chit and stuffed the corellian on the double seat opposite him. "Spaceport" Was the only thing he uttered to the drive and they were off. Vren began to think about what he'd do with the money he'd pull in off this character. Scenarios didn't float around in his mind for long before he remembered the deal with the Deathwatch. He rolled several ideas around in his mind on how to deal with the situation. He could just compl wih Deathwatch. It was good pay and Vren wouldn't need to constantly look around for jobs. They'd just assign him something and he'd do it. There was something about them though, Vren couldn't put his finger on it but there was something aout them that made him feel uneasy. Vren stowed the entire thing away, they'd made it to the spaceport. Rather annoyed with his situation, Vren kicked the door open and dragged out his mark. The driver looked as though h wanted to say something, Vren simply turned his head, the T-Visor appearing in the rear view mirror. "H h have a gggood day sir" The driver stuttered. Vren jogged off towards the Spaceport through the sea of people. Bumpng into and knocking over anyone not clever enough to move out of the way. Even another Mando, who made a particularly feminine "Oof" as he bumped into him. Vren didn't stop to look to see if he knew them or not. As far as Mandalorians were considered, Nehutyc never really stuck around his fellow Mando'ad. He'd always considered himself different from them, a black sheep of sorts. He hadn't come from a notable lineage of Mandalorian warriors. His parents hdn't even come from any clan of any sorts. They'd put thier beskar away long before Vren had been born and settled down as farmers like most others on Mandalore. Vren had spent hs childhood farming and chasing vermin off the property with his fathers old hunting blaster. Constantly wishing for more than a famrer's life. When He turned 16 he snuck off with his father's old beskar and hunting blaster. He took odd jobs here and there around the agrarian parts of Mandalore, as soon as he was able he took passage to Naboo from the spaceport in Keldabe and never looked back. Nehutyc hadn't realised how long he' been in thought. He'd ade it the the port where his ship, "The Crusader" had rested for the past week or two.

There by the dock hatch stood Brina, his accountant. "What the hells going on" She said as she made her way across the port floor. "On the ship." Vren replied, brushing past her. An hour or so had passed since he'd been on the ship and vren still hadn't explained what had happened. He'd locked himself in the holding area after tossing his mark into a cell. Finaly he decided he'd tell her. He made his way over to the door and tapped on the console to unlock the door. But it wouldn't budge. "Brina open the door" He said into the comm rather irritated. It swished upward, and Vren made his way to the ships control room. Sure enough Brina was there. Leaning against the wall near the starchart. "Whats going on Vren, what happened down there?" Her large black eyes boring into him. Vren sighed. "I got into some trouble trying to grab the bounty. Next thing I know Deathwatch is conscripting me" He let out, his head lolling to the side to avoid meeting her gaze. He' messed up, but he wasn't sure why she'd made him feel guilty. Their relationship was never this personal. She didn't respond so Vren headed over the starchart and began plotting tthe course for Corellia. "Was she worth it?" Brina asked, her voice giving no indication as to what she felt. Vren couldn't believe it. "H-how did you" Vren stammered. "The only other time you've made this big a mess of thing is when that girl from Naboo got in your way. Just be careful, I make my living off of your career. You cross the line and end up paying for it I might as well start hitting cantinas up for work. Besides, remember what happened to that girl in the end despite all that trouble you went through" Vren shook the comment off "Its not like that. I got her into some trouble and I kinda owe it to her to get her out." Brina tried to peer past the black depths of Vren's t-visor but couldn't. "Just be careful whatever you do." She said as she headed out of the room. "Paint job and that last set of modifications on your fighter are done too by the way." She managed before the door slid shut behind her. Vren went to confirm the course to Corellia but couldn't. The feeling in his gut tugged at him to go to Mandalore. He sighed, he'd probably regret it but he punched in coordinates for Concordia. Vren hadn't remained totally disconnected from Mandalorians, just the majority of them. His personal armorer was the only other Mandalorian Vren associated with, and Vren got the feeling he'd need his help.

(Hoping this was where you were heading Mel, although you're last post somewhat suggests otherwise. I'll edit if need be but my opposition to Deathwatch wil adamantly remain)